DEC  10  1932  V 


CAVNAUGH'S 


ELECTIONS. 


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I  will  sing  with  the  spirit,  and  I  will  sing  with 
the  understanding  also. — I  Cor.,  14:   15. 


1  The  Good  Physician. 

How  lost  was  my  condition 
Till  Jesus  made  me  whole ; 
There  is  but  one  Physician 
Can  cure  a  sin-sick  soul. 
Next  door  to  death  he  found  me, 
And  snatched  me  from  the  grave, 
To  tell  to  all  around  me 
His  wond'rous  power  to  save. 

Cho. — There's  a  balm  in  Gilead 

To  make  the  wounded  whole, 
There's  power  enough  in  Jesus 
To  cure  the  sin-sick  soul. 

The  worst  of  all  diseases 
Is  light  compared  with  sin ; 
On  every  part  it  seizes, 
But  rages  most  within: 
'  Tis  palsy,  dropsy,  fever, 
And  madness,  all  combined; 
And  none  but  a  believer 
The  least  relief  can  find. 

From  men  great  skill  professing 

I  thought  a  cure  to  gain ; 

But  this  proved  more  distressing, 

And  added  to  my  pain: 

Some  said  that  nothing  ailed  me, 

Some  gave  me  up  for  lost; 

Thus  every  refuge  failed  me, 

And  all  my  hopes  were  crossed. 


At  length  this  great  Physician — 
How  matchless  is  his  grace ! — 
Accepted  my  petition, 
And  undertook  my  case: 
First  gave  me  sight  to  view  him, 
For  sin  my  sight  had  sealed, 
Then  bade  me  look  unto  him ; 
I  looked,  and  I  was  healed. 

A  dying,  risen  Jesus, 
Seen  by  the  eye  of  faith, 
At  once  from  anguish  frees  us, 
And  saves  the  soul  from  death  : 
Come  then  to  this  Physician, 
His  help  he'll  freely  give  ; 
He  makes  no  hard  condition, 
'Tis  only,  Look  and  live. 


2    Are  you  coming  home  to-night. 

Are  you  coming  Home,  ye  wanderers, 

Whom  Jesus  died  to  win, 
All  footsore,  lame  and  weary, 

Your  garments  stained  with  sin; 
Will  you  seek  the  blood  of  Jesus 

To  wash  your  garments  white; 
Will  you  trust  His  precious  promise, 

Are  you  coming  home  to-night? 

Cho. — Are  you  coming  Home  to-night, 
Are  you  coming  Home  to  Jesus, 

Out  of  darkness  into  light? 
Are  you  coming  Home  to-night, 

To  your  loving,  heavenly  Father,. 
Arc  you  coming  Home  to-night? 

Are  you  coming  Home,  ye  lost  ones? 

Behold  your  Lord  doth  Wait , 
Come,  then  no  lunger  linger, 

Come  ere  it  be  too  late; 


Will  you  come  and  let  Him  save  you, 
Oh  trust  His  love  and  might ; 

"Will  you  come  while  He  is  calling, 
Are  you  coming  Home  to-night  ? 

Are  you  coming  Home,  ye  guilty, 

Who  hear  the  load  of  sin , 
Outside  you've  long  been  standing, 

Come  now  and  venture  in ; 
Will  you  heed  the  Saviour's  promise, 

And  dare  to  trust  Him  quite; 
"Come  unto  me,"  saith  Jesus, 

Are  you  coming  Home  to-night? 

What's  the  news  ? 

Where'er  we  meet,  you  always  say, 
What's  the  news?  what's  the  news? 

Pray,  what's  the  order  of  the  day! 
What's  the  news?  what's  the  news? 

Oh,  I  have  got  good  news  to  tell ; 

My  Saviour  hath  done  all  things  well, 

And  triumphed  over  death  and  hell: 
That's  the  news,  that's  the  news! 

The  Lamb  was  slain  on  Calvary ; 

That's  the  news,  that's  the  news  ! 
To  set  a  world  of  sinners  free , 

That's  the  news,  that's  the  news  ! 
'Twas  there  His  precious  blood  was  shed, 
Twas  there  He  bowed  His  sacred  head  ; 
But  now  He's  risen  from  the  dead  : 

That's  the  news,  that's  the  news  ! 

The  Lord  has  pardoned  all  my  sin  ; 

That's  the  news,  that's  the  news  I 
I  feel  the  witness  now  within ; 

That's  the  news,  that's  the  news  ! 
And  since  He  took  my  sins  away, 
And  taught  me  how  to  watch  and  pray, 
I'm  happy  now  from  day  to  day : 

That's  the  news,  that's  the  news  ! 


And  Christ,  the  Lord,  can  save  you  now; 

That's  the  news,  that's  the  news  ! 
Your  sinful  heart  he  can  renew ; 

That's  the  news,  that's  the  news  I 
This  moment,  if  for  sins  you  grieve, 
This  moment  if  you  do  believe, 
A  full  acquittal  you'll  receive: 

That's  the  news,  that's  the  news  ! 

Ever  flowing. 

There's  a  fountain,  precious  fountain 

Ever  flowing  deep  and  wide, 
Opened  once  on  Calvary's  mountain 

In  my  dear  Kedeemer's  side; 
All  who  come  in  faith  believing, 

All  who  plunge  beneath  its  wave, 
Endless  life  are  now  receiving 
From  the  Lord  who  died  to  save. 
Cho. — Ever  flowing,  sweetly  flowing, 

Precious  fountain  ever  flowing  full  and 
free, 
Ever  flowing,  sweetly  flowing, 
Precious   fountain   ever   flowing — yes 
for  me. 

Precious  fountain  mercy  brought  me 

Helpless  to  its  crimson  stream, 
On  a  desert  wild  she  sought  me, 

Cheered  me  with  her  loving  beam  ; 
Precious  fountain  I  can  never 

Tell  the  peace  its  waves  impart, 
How  it  saves  me  now  and  ever 

Fills  with  constant  joy  my  heart. 

In  that  fountain  ye  who  languish 

'  Neath  the  heavy  chain  you  bear, 
Plunge  and  lose  your  weight  of  anguish, 

Rise,  eternal  life  to  share. 
"With  a  lowly  contrite  spirit, 

Tell  the  Saviour  all  your  woe, 
Plead  in  faith  its  gracious  merit 

He  will  wash  you  white  as  snow. 


5  Draw  me  Nearer. 

I  am  Thine,  O  Lord,  I  have  heard  Thy  voice, 

And  it  told  Thy  love  to  me  ; 
But  I  long  to  rise  in  the  arms  of  faith, 

And  be  closer  drawn  to  Thee. 

Ref. — Draw  me  nearer,  nearer,  blessed  Lord, 
To  the  cross  where  Thou  hast  died : 
Draw  me  nearer,  nearer,  blessed  Lord, 
To  Thy  precious,  bleeding  side. 

Consecrate  me  now  to  Thy  service,  Lord, 

By  the  pow'r  of  grace  divine; 
Let  my  soul  look  up  with  a  steadfast  hope, 

And  my  will  be  lost  in  Thine. 

Oh  the  pure  delight  of  a  single  hour 
That  before  Thy  Throne  I  spend, 

When  I  kneel  in  pray'r,  and  with  Thee,  my  God 
I  commune  as  friend  with  friend. 

There  are  depths  of  love  that  I  cannot  know 

Till  I  cross  the  narrow  sea, 
There  are  heights  of  joy  that  I  may  not  reach 

Till  I  rest  in  peace  with  Thee. 

6  Almost  Persuaded. 

"Almost  persuaded  "  now  to  believe, 
•'Almost  persuaded  "  Christ  to  receive. 

Seems  now  some  soul  to  say  : 

Go,  spirit,  go  thy  way, 

Some  more  convenient  day, 
On  Thee  I'll  call. 

"Almost  persuaded!  "  come,  come  to-day  ; 

"Almost  persuaded!  "  turn  not  away. 
Jesus  invites  you  here, 
Angels  are  ling 'ring  near, 
Prayers  rise  from  hearts  so  dear, 
Oh,  wand'rer  come. 


"Almost  persuaded!  "  harvest  is  past; 

"Almost  persuaded  !  "  doom  comes  at  last. 

"Almost  "  cannot  avail, 

"Almost"  is  but  to  fail: 

Sad,  sad  that  bitter  wail : 

"Almost,"  but  lost ! 

7  I  am  a  Soldier  of  Jesus. 

I'm  a  soldier  bound  for  glory, 

I'm  a  soldier  marching  on  ; 
Come  and  hear  me  tell  my  story — 

All  who  long  in  sin  have  gone. 

I  love  Jesus,  Hallelujah,  I  love  Jesus,  yes  I  do  ; 
I  love  Jesus,  He's  my  Saviour,  Jesus  smiles  and 
loves  me  too. 

I  will  tell  you  what  induced  me, 

For  the  better  land  to  start ; 
'Twas  the  Saviour's  loving  kindness 

Overcome  and  won  my  heart. 

When  I  first  with  Christ  enlisted, 
Many  said,  "  he'll  turn  again;  " 

But  though  every  day  resisted, 
In  the  ranks  I  still  remain. 

8  His  Promise  Faileth  Never. 

I  praise  the  Lord  that  one  like  me, 
To  Jesus  may  for  mercy  flee  ; 
He  says  that  "  Whosoever  will" 
May  seek  and  find  salvation  still. 

Cho. — My  Saviour's  promise  faileth  never, 
He  counts  me  in  the  "  Whosoever." 

I  was  to  sin  a  wretched  slave, 
But  Jesus  died  my  soul  to  save ; 
He  says  that  "  Whosoever  will" 
May  seek  and  find  salvation  still. 


I  look  by  faith  and  see  this  word, 
Stamped  by  the  blood  of  Christ,  my  Lord — 
He  says  that  •'  Whosoever  will," 
May  seek  and  find  salvation  still. 

I  now  believe  He  saves  my  soul, 
His  precious  blood  hath  made  me  whole, 
He  says  that  '•  Whosoever  ivill," 
May  seek  and  find  salvation  still. 

9  Who'll  Stand  up  for  Jesus. 

Oh,  who'll  stand  up  for  Jesus, 

The  lowly  Nazarene ; 
And  raise  the  blood-stained  banner, 
Amid  the  host  of  sin  ? 
Chorus — The  cross  for  Christ  I'll  cherish, 
Its  crucifixion  bear ; 
All  hail  reproach  or  sorrow  ; 
If  Jesus  leads  me  there. 
Oh,  who  will  follow  Jesus, 

Amid  reproach  and  shame  ? 
Where  others  shrink  or  falter, 

Who'll  glory  in  His  name  ? 
My  all  to  Christ  I've  given, 

My  talents,  time  and  voice, 
Myself,  my  reputation, 

The  lone  way  is  my  choice. 

Oh  Jesus,  Jesus,  Jesus, 

My  all  sufficient  friend  ! 
Come,  fold  me  to  thy  bosom, 

E'en  to  the  journey's  end. 

10  The  Rock  that  is  Higher. 

Oh,  sometimes  the  shadows  are  deep, 

And  rough  seems  the  path  to  the  goal, 
And  sorrows,  sometimes  how  they  sweep 
Like  tempests  down  over  the  soul. 
Oh,  then,  to  the  Eock  let  me  fly — 
To  the  Rock  that  is  higher  than  I. 


Oh,  sometimes  how  long  seems  the  day, 

And  sometimes  how  weary  my  feet  : 
But  toiling  in  life's  dusty  way, 
-  The  Rock's  blessed  shaddow  how  sweet! 
Oh,  then  to  the  Rock  let  me  fly — 
To  the  Rock  that  is  higher  than  I. 

Oh,  near  to  the  Rock  let  me  keep, 
Or  blessings  or  sorrows  prevail  ; 
Or  climbing  the  mountain  way  steep, 
Or  walking  the  shadowy  vale. 

Then  quick  to  the  Rock  can  I  fly — 
To  the  Rock  that  is  higher  than  I. 

1      I  am  Coming  to  the  Lord 

I  hear  Thy  welcome  voice 
That  calls  me,  Lord,  to  Thee, 

For  cleansing  in  Thy  precious  blood 
That  flowed  on  Calvary. 

Cho. — I  am  coming,  Lord, 

Coming  now  to  Thee, 
Wash  me,  cleanse  me  in  the  blood 
That  flowed  on  Calvary. 

Though  coming  weak  and  vile, 
Thou  dost  my  strength  assure, 

Thou  dost  my  vileness  fully  cleanse, 
Till  spotless  all  and  pure. 

StillJesus  calls  me  on 

To  perfect  faith  and  love, 
To  perfect  hope,  and  peace,  and  truth. 

For  earth  and  heaven  above. 

And  He,  the  witness  gives 

To  loyal  hearts  and  free. 
That  every  promise  is  fulfilled 

If  faith  but  brings  the  plea. 

All  hail !  atoning  blood, 

All  hail!   redeeming  grace, 
All  hail !  the  gift  of  Christ,  our  Lord, 

Our  strength  and  righteousness. 


12      My  All  is  on  the  Altar. 

My  body,  soul  and  spirit, 

Jesus  I  give  to  thee ; 
A  consecrated  offering. 

Thine  evermore  to  be. 

Cho. — My  all  is  on  the  altar, 

I  am  waiting  for  the  fire, 
Waiting,  waiting,  waiting, 
I  am  waiting  for  the  fire. 

0  Jesus,  mighty  Saviour, 

I  trust  in  Thy  great  name, 

1  look  for  Thy  salvation, 
Thy  promise  now  I  claim. 

0  let  the  fire  descending 
Just  now  upon  my  soul, 

Consume  my  humble  offering, 

And  cleanse  and  make  me  whole. 

1  am  Thine,  O  blessed  Jesus, 
Wash'd  by  Thy  cleansing  blood, 

Now  seal  me  by  Thy  Spirit 
A  sacrifice  to  God. 

IS  To  Jesus  will  I  oo  and  be  Saved. 

There's  a  gentle  voice  within,  calls  away, 
'Tis  a  warning  I  have  heard  o'er  and  o'er, 

But  my  heart  is  melted  now,  I  obey, 

From  my  Saviour  I  will  wander  no  more. 

Chorus. 

Yes,  I  will  go,  yes,  I  will  go ; 

To  Jesus  I  will  go  and  be  saved ; 
Yes,  I  will  go,  yes,  I  will  go; 

To  Jesus  I  will  go  and  be  saved. 

He  has  promised  all  my  sins  to  forgive, 
If  I  ask  in  simple  faith  for  his  love ; 

In  his  holy  word  I  learn  how  to  live, 
And  to  labor  for  his  kingdom  above. 


I  will  try  to  bear  the  cross  in  my  youth, 
And  be  faithful  to  its  cause  till  I  die ; 

If  with  cheerful  step  I  walk  in  the  truth, 
I  shall  wear  a  starry  crown  by  and  by. 

Still  the  gentle  voice  within  calls  away, 
A.nd  its  warning  I  have  heard  o'er  and  o'er, 

But  my  heart  is  melted  now,  I  obey  : 
From  my  Saviour  I  will  wander  no  more. 

14       I  Take  the  Narrow  Way. 

I  storm  the  gate  of  strife, 
I  force  my  passage  through  ; 
And  all  intent  on  endless  life, 
The  narrow  way  pursue. 
I  leave  the  world  behind, 
After  my  Lord  to  go, 
Renouncing  with  a  steadfast  mind, 
Its  pride  and  pomp  and  show. 

I  take  the  narrow  Way, 

I  take  the  narrow  Way, 

With  the  resolute  few  who  dare  go  through, 

I  take  the  narrow  way. 

My  Father  is  a  God, 

My  heritage  a  throne  ; 

And  shall  I  herd  with  Fashion's  brood, 

Or  put  her  baubles  on  ? 

The  tinselry  of  earth, 

The  trappings  of  its  pride, 

Unworthy  of  my  heavenly  birth, 

I  spurn  them  all  aside. 

No  cumb'rous  garb  I  wear, 
My  progress  to  impede  ; 
My  pilgrim  robe  divinely  fair, 
Is  faslroned  all  for  speed. 
I  cannot  slack  my  pace, 
For  earth's  fantastic  show: 
For  like  a  flint  I've  set  my  face, 
That  I'll  to  Zion  go. 


Let  Fashion's  maniac  throng, 
Held  senseless  by  her  spell, 
In  idiot  frenzy  dance  along, 
And  swarm  the  road  to  hell. 
Ye  gaudy,  fluttering  crew, 
In  vain  you  smile  or  frown  ; 
I  cannot  stop  your  toys  to  view ; 
I'm  running  for  a  crown. 

I  seem  to  tread  in  air, 

I  seem  to  walk  with  wings, 

As  toward  my  heavenly  mansion  fair 

My  soul  exultant  springs. 

Right  through  this  world  of  sin, 

Its  frantic  cares  and  strife  ; 

Its  Babel  roar  and  dust  and  din, 

I  rush  to  endless  life. 

15  I'd  rather  be  the  least  op  them. 

What  poor  despis-ed  company 

Of  travelers  are  these, 
That  walk  in  yonder  narrow  way, 
Along  that  rugged  maze  ? 

0,  I'd  rather  be  the  least  of  them 

Who  are  the  Lord's  alone, 
Than  wear  a  royal  diadem, 
And  sit  upon  a  throne. 

Ah,  these  are  of  a  royal  line, 

All  children  of  a  king — 
Heirs  of  immortal  crowns  divine, 

And  lo  !  for  joy  they  sing. 

Why  do  they  then  appear  so  mean, 

And  why  so  much  despis'd  ? 
Because  of  their  rich  robes  unseen, 

The  world  is  not  appris'd. 

But  why  keep  they  that  narrow  road, 

That  rugged,  thorny  maze  ? 
Why,  that's  the  way  their  leader  trod, 

They  love  to  keep  his  ways. 


Why  do  they  shun  the  pleasing  paths 
That  worldlings  love  so  well  ? 

Because  it  is  the  way  to  death — 
The  open  road  to  hell. 

Unknown  of  men  they  walk  with  God : 
His  name  their  foreheads  bear; 

And  homeward  to  their  blest  abode, 
They  press  by  faith  and  prayer. 

What,  is  there  then  no  other  road 

To  Salem's  happy  ground? 
Christ  is  the  only  way  to  God — 

None  other  can  be  found. 

16  I've  Been  Redeemed. 

There  is  a  fountain  filled  with  blood, 
Drawn  from  Immanuel's  veins: 

And  sinners,  plunged  beneath  that  flood, 
Lose  all  their  guilty  stains. 
Cho. — I  do  believe,  &c. 

The  dying  thief  rejoiced  to  see 

That  fountain  in  his  day  ; 
And  there  may  I,  though  vile  as  he,   • 

Wash  all  my  sins  away. 

Cho. — Yes,  Jesus  died  for  you,  &c. 

Thou  dying  Lamb  !  thy  precious  blood 

Shall  never  lose  its  power, 
Till  all  the  ransomed  Church  of  God 

Are  saved,  to  sin  no  more. 

E'er  since  by  faith  I  saw  the  stream 
Thy  flowing  wounds  supply, 

Redeeming  love  has  been  my  theme, 
And  shall  be  till  I  die. 

Then  in  a  nobler,  sweeter'.song, 

I'll  sing  thy  power  to  save, 
When  this  poor  lisping,  st  am' ring  tongue, 

Lies  silent  in  the  grave. 


Cho. — I've  been  redeemed,  I've  been  redeemed, 
I've  been  redeemed — 
Been  redeemed  by  the  blood  of  the  Lamb, 
That  flows  on  Calvary. 

17  In  the  Light. 

Children  of  the  heavenly  King, 

In  the  light,  in  the  light, 
As  we  journey  let  us  sing, 

In  the  light  of  God, 
Cho. — Let  us  walk  in  the  light, 
|| :  Walk  in  the  light,  :|| 
In  the  light  of  God. 

Sing  our  Saviour's  worthy  praise, 
Glorious  in  His  works  and  ways. 
We  are  traveling  home  to  God, 
In  the  way  our  fathers  trod. 

They  are  happy  now,  and  we 
Soon  their  hapjiiness  shall  see. 

Lift  your  eyes,  ye  sons  of  light, 
Zion's  city  is  in  sight. 

There  our  endless  home  shall  be, 
There  our  Lord  we  soon  shall  see. 

Lord,  obediently  we'll  go, 
Gladly  leaving  all  below. 

Only  Thou  our  leader  be, 
And  we  still  will  follow  Thee. 

18  Will  You  be  Washed. 

List,  the  Spirit  calls  to  thee, 

Will  you  be  washed  in  the  blood  ? 
Jesus  died  to  make  you  free, 

Will  you  be  washed  in  the  blood  ? 
Pardon  freely  given, 
Cleansing  you  for  heaven. 
Cho. — Will  you  be  washed, 

Washed  in  the  blood  of  the  Lamb. 


Sinner,  now  this  blessing  claim, 
"Will  you  be  washed  in  the  blood  ? 

Thro'  the  dear  Redeemer's  name, 
Will  you  be  washed  in  the  blood  ? 

Claim  him  as  your  Saviour, 

He  can  save  forever. 

Christ  did  drink  that  cup  for  all, 
Will  you  be  washed  in  the  blood  ? 

Don't  reject  the  Spirit's  call, 

Will  you  be  washed  in  the  blood  ? 

Grace  is  all  abounding, 

Joy  through  heaven  resounding. 

19  Precious  Saviour. 

Precious  Saviour,  thou  hast  saved  me, 
Thine,  and  only  thine  I  am  ; 

Oh  !  the  cleansing  blood  has  reached  me, 
Glory,  glory  to  the  Lamb  ! 

Cho. — Glory,  glory,  Jesus  saves  me, 
Glory,  glory  to  the  Lamb  ! 
Oh  !  the  cleansing  blood  has  reach'd  me, 
Glory,  glory  to  the  Lamb. 

Long  my  yearning  heart  was  trying 

To  enjoy  this  perfect  rest ; 
But  I  gave  all  trying  over, 

Simply  trusting,  I  was  blest. 
Trusting,  trusting  every  moment ; 

Feeling  now  the  blood  applied  ; 
Lying  at  the  cleansing  fountain  ; 

Dwelling  in  my  Saviour's  side. 
Consecrated  to  thy  service, 

I  will  live  and  die  for  thee  ; 
I  will  witness  to  thy  glory, 

Of  salvation  full  and  free. 

Yes,  I  will  stand  up  for  Jesus ; 

He  has  sweetly  saved  my  soul, 
Cleansed  me  from  inbred  corruption, 

Sanctified,  and  made  me  whole. 


Glory  to  the  blood  that  bought  mej 
Glory  to  its  cleansing  power ! 

Glory  to  the  blood  that  keeps  me ! 
Glory,  glory,  evermore ! 

20  My  Soul  be  on  Thy  Guard. 

My  soul,  be  on  thy  guard ; 

Ten  thousand  foes  arise  ; 
The  hosts  of  sin  are  pressing  hard 

To  draw  thee  from  the  skies. 

0  watch,  and  fight,  and  pray  ; 

The  battle  ne'er  give  o'er  ; 
Renew  it  boldly  every  day, 

And  help  divine  implore. 

Ne'er  think  the  victory  won, 

Nor  lay  thine  armour  down ; 
The  work  of  faith  will  not  be  done 

Till  thou  obtain  the  crown. 

Then  persevere  till  death  - 

Shall  bring  thee  to  thy  God  ; 
He'll  take  thee  at  thy  parting  breath, 

To  his  divine  abode. 

21  The  Blast  of  the  Trumpet. 

The  blast  of  the  trumpet,  so  loud  and  so  shrill, 
Will  shortly  re-echo  o'er  ocean  and  hill, 

When  the  mighty,  mighty,  mighty  trump 

Sounds,  come,  come  away  ; 
O  may  we  be  ready  to  hail  that  glad  day. 

The  earth  and  the  waters  shall  yield  up  the 

dead, 
And  the  righteous  with  joy  will  wake  from 

their  bed. 

The  chorus  of  angels  will  burst  from  the  skies, 
And  blend  with  the  shouts  of  the  saints  as  they 
rise. 


The  cry  of  the  lost  ones,  their  groans  of  despair. 
And  loud  hallelujahs  will  meet  in  the  air. 

The  throne  of  Messiah  in  clouds  will  descend, 
And  voices  like  thunder  the  heavens  will  rend. 

The  cry  of  the  Bridegroom  shall  echo  around, 
And  the  Bride -in  her  beauty  go  forth  at  the 
sound. 

Acknowledged  by  Jesus,  confessed  as  His  own, 
Transported  to  glory,  we'll  sit  on  His  throne. 

Oh  land  of  the  holy,  the  happy  and  free, 
In  Jesus  thy  portals  are  open  to  me ! 


22    Nothing  but  the  Blood  of  Jesus. 

What  can  wash  away  my  stain  ? 

Nothing  but  the  blood  of  Jesus  ; 
What  can  make  me  whole  again  ? 

Nothing  but  the  blood  of  Jesus. 

Cho. — Oh,  precious  is  the  flow 

That  makes  me  White  as  snow ; 
No  other  fount  I  know, 

Nothing  but  the  blood  of  Jesus. 

For  my  cleansing  this  I  see — 
Nothing  but  the  blood  of  Jesus ; 

For  my  pardon,  this  my  plea — 
Nothing  but  the  blood  of  Jesus. 

Nothing  can  for  sin  atone — 

Nothing  but  the  blood  of  Jesus  ; 

Naught  of  good  that  1  have  done — 
Nothing  but  the  blood  of  Jesus. 

This  is  all  my  hope  and  peace — 
Nothing  but  the  blood  of  Jesus, 

This  is  all  my  righteousness — 
Nothing  but  the  blood  of  Jesus. 


23     While  the  Days  are  going  by. 

There  are  lonely  hearts  to  cherish, 

While  the  days  are  going  by ; 
There  are  weary  souls  who  perish, 
While  the  days  are  going  by  ; 
If  a  smile  we  can  renew, 
As  our  journey  we  pursue, 
Oh,  the  good  we  all  may  do, 
While  th§  days  are  going  by. 

Ref — Going  by,  going  by, 
Going  by,  going  by, 

Oh,  the  good  we  all  may  do, 
While  the  days  are  going  by. 

There's  no  time  for  idle  scorning, 

While  the  days  are  going  by  ; 

Let  your  face  be  like  the  morning, 

While  the  days  are  going  by. 

Oh,  the  world  is  full  of  sighs, 
Full  of  sad  and  weeping  eyes ; 
Help  your  fallen  brother  rise, 
While  the  days  are  going  by. 

All  the  loving  links  that  bind  us, 

While  the  days  are  going  by ; 
One  by  one  we  leave  behind  us, 
While  the  days  are  going  by. 

But  the  seeds  of  good  we  sow, 
Both  in  shade  and  shine  will  grow. 
And  will  keep  our  hearts  aglow, 
While  the  days  are  going  by. 


24  Dare  to  be  a  Daniel. 

Standing  by  a  purpose  true, 
Heeding  God's  command, 

Honor  them,  the  faithful  few  ! 
All  hail  to  Daniel's  Band! 


Cho. — Dare  to  be  Daniel, 

Dare  to  stand  alone  ! 
Dare  to  have  a  purpose  firm  ! 
Dare  to  make  it  known  ! 
Many  mighty  men  are  lost, 

Daring  not  to  stand, 
Who  for  God  had  been  a  host 
By  joining  Daniel's  Band. 

Many  giants  great  and  tall, 

Stalking  thro'  the  land, 
Headlong  to  the  earth  would  fall, 

If  met  by  Daniel's  Band. 

25     I  will  Sing  op  My  Redeemer. 

I  will  sing  of  my  Redeemer, 
And  his  wond'rous  love  to  me  ; 

On  the  cruel  cross  He  suffered, 
From  the  curse  to  set  me  free. 

Cho — Sing,  oh  !  sing  of  my  Redeemer 

With  His  blood  He  purchased  me, 
On  the  cross  He  sealed  my  pardon, 
Paid  the  debt  and  made  me  free. 

I  will  tell  the  wond'rous  story, 
How  my  lost  estate  to  save, 

In  His  boundless  love  and  mercy. 
He  the  ransom  freely  gave. 

I  will  praise  my  dear  Redeemer, 
His  triumphant  power  I'll  tell, 

How  the  victory  He  giveth 
Over  sin,  and  death  and  hell. 

20     On  Christ,  the  Solid  Rock. 

My  hope  is  built  on  nothing  less 
Than  Jesus'  blood  and  righteousness  ; 
I  dare  not  trust  the  sweetest  frame, 
But  wholly  lean  on  Jesus'  name. 

On  Christ  the  solid  rock  I  stand ; 

All  other  ground  is  sinking  sand. 


"When  darkness  veils  His  lovely  face, 
I  rest  on  his  unchanging  grace ; 
In  every  high  and  stormy  gale, 
My  anchor  holds  within  the  vail. 

His  oath,  his  covenant,  his  blood, 
Support  me  in  the  whelming  flood  ; 
AY  hen  all  around  my  soul  gives  way, 
'  He  then  is  all  my  hope  and  stay. 

When  he  shall  come  with  trumpet  sound, 
Oh,  may  I  then  in  him  be  found ; 
Dres't  in  his  righteousness  alone, 
Faultless  to  stand  before  the  throne ! 

27  Zion's  Hill. 

I'm  trying  to  climb  up  Zion's  Hill, 

For  the  Saviour  whispers  "  Love  me;  " 
Though  all  beneath  is  dark  as  death, 

Yet  the  stars  are  bright  above  me. 
Then  upward  still,  to  Zion's  Hill, 

To  the  land  of  joy  and  beauty, 
My  path  before  shines  more  and  more, 

As  it  nears  the  golden  city. 

Cho. — Climbing,  climbing  up  Zion's  Hill, 
I'm  climbing  up  Zion's  Hill, 
Climbing,  climbing,  climbing  up  Zion's 
Hill. 

I  know  I'm  but  a  little  child, 

My  strength  will  not  protect  me ; 
But  then  I  am  the  Saviour's  Lamb, 

And  he  will  not  neglect  me. 
Then  all  the  time,  I'll  try  to  climb 

This  holy  hill  of  Zion, 
For  I  am  sure  the  way  is  pure, 

And  on  it  comes  "  no  lion." 

Then  come  with  me,  we'll  upward  go, 

And  climb  this  hill  together ; 
And  as  we  walk,  we'll  sweetly  talk, 

And  sing  as  we  go  thither. 


Then  mount,  up  still  God's  holy  hill, 
'Till  we  reach  the  pearly  portals. 

Where  raptured  tongues  proclaim  the  songs 
Of  the  shining-robed  immortals. 

28    Are  you  Washed  in  the  Blood!'' 

Have  you  been  to  Jesus  for  the  cleansing  power? 

Are  you  wash'd  in  the  blood  of  the  Lamb? 
Are  you  fully  trusting  in  his  grace  this  hour? 

Are  you  wash'd  in  the  blood  of  the  Lamb? 
Cho. — Are  you  washed  in  the  blood, 

In  the  soul-cleansing  blood  of  the  Lamb  ? 
Are  your  garments  spotless  ? 
Are  they  white  as  snow  ? 
Are  you  washed  in  the  blood  of  the  Lamb  ? 
Are  you  walking  daily  by  the  Saviour's  side  ? 
Are  you  washed  in  the  blood  of  the  Lamb? 
Do  you  rest  each  moment  in  the  Crucified  ? 

Are  you  washed  in  the  blood  of  the  Lamb  ? 
When  the  Bridegroom  cometh,  will  your  robes 
be  white  ? 
Pure  and  white  in  the  blood  of  the  Lamb  ? 
Will  your  soul  be  ready  for  the  mansions  bright, 
And  be  washed  in  the  blood  of  the  Lamb. 

29  Glory  to  His  Name. 

Down  at  the  cross  where  my  Saviour  died, 
Down,  where  for  cleansing  from  sin  I  cried  ; 
There  to  my  heart  was  the  blood  applied  ; 
Glory  to  His  name. 
Cho. — Glory  to  His  name, 
Glory  to  His  name, 
There  to  my  heart  was  the  blood  applied ; 

Glory  to  His  name. 
I  am  so  wondrously  saved  from  sin, 
Jesus  so  sweetly  abides  within, 
There  at  the  cross  where  He  took  me  in, 
Glory  to  His  name,  &c. 


Oh,  precious  fountain,  that  saves  from  sin, 
I  am  so  glad  I  have  enter'd  in ; 
There  Jesus  saves  me  and  keeps  me  clean, 
Glory  to  His  name,  &c. 

Come  to  this  fountain,  so  rich  and  sweet, 
Cast  thy  poor  soul  at  the  Saviour's  feet, 
Plunge  in  to-day,  and  be  made  complete ; 
Glory  to  His  name,  &c. 

30  Shall  we  meet  beyond  the  river. 

Shall  we  meet  beyond  the  river, 
Where  the  surges  cease  to  roll  ? 

Where  in  all  the  bright  forever, 
Sorrow  ne'er  shall  press  the  soul  ? 

Cho. — Shall  we  meet,  shall  we  meet, 

Shall  we  meet  beyond  the  river  ? 
Where  the  surges  cease  to  roll  ? 

Shall  we  meet  in  that  blest  harbor, 
When  our  stormy  voyage  is  o'er? 

Shall  we  meet  and  cast  the  anchor 
By  the  bright  celestial  shore  ? 

Shall  we  meet  there  many  a  loved  one 
That  was  torn  from  our  embrace  ? 

Shall  we  listen  to  their  voices, 
And  behold  them  face  to  face  ? 

Shall  we  meet  with  Christ  our  Savionr, 
When  he  comes  to  claim  his  own  ? 

Shall  we  know  his  blessed  favor, 
And  sit  down  upon  his  throne  ? 

31  The  Merciful  Saviour. 

I  was  once  far  away  from  my  Saviour 

And  as  vile  as  a  sinner  could  be, 
I  wondered  if  Christ  the  Redeemer, 

Would  save  a  poor  sinner  like  me. 


I  wandered  on  in  the  darkness.. 

Not  a  ray  of  light  could  I  see, 
And  the  thought  filled  my  heart  with  sadness, 

There  was  no  hope  for  a  sinner  like  me. 

But  there,  in  that  dark  and  lonely  hour, 

A  voice  sweetly  whispered  to  me, 
Saying  Christ,  the  Redeemer,  hath  power 

To  save  a  poor  sinner  like  me. 

I  listened,  and  lo,  'twas  the  Saviour 
That  was  speaking  so  kindly  to  me, 

I  cried,  I'm  the  chief  of  sinners, 

Thou  can'st  sa>e  a  poor  sinner  like  me. 

I  then  fully  trusted  in  Jesus, 

And  oh,  what  a  joy  came  to  me, 
My  heart  was  filled  with  His  praises 

For  he  saved  a  poor  sinner  like  me. 

No  longer  in  darkness  I'm  walking, 
For  the  light  is  now  shining  on  me, 

And  now  to  others  I'm  telling, 

How  he  saved  a  poor  sinner  like  me, 

And  when  life's  journey  is  over, 

And  I  the  dear  Saviour  shall  see, 
I'll  praise  him  for  ever  and  ever 

For  saving  a  sinner  like  me. 

32  Jacob's  Ladder. 

As  Jacob  on  travel  was  wearied  by  day, 
At  night  on  a  stone  for  a  pillow  he  lay ; 
When  a  vision  appeared — a  ladder  so  high, 
With  its  foot  on  the  earth  and  its  top  in  the  sky. 

Chorus. 

All  glory  to  Jesus,  who  died  on  the  tree, 
To  raise  up  this  ladder  of  mercy  for  me, 
Press   forward,   press  forward,  the  prize  is  in 

view, 
A  crown  of  bright  glory  is  waiting  for  you. 


The  sight  was  so  pleasing,  the  angelic  throng, 
With  delight  were  ascending,  descending  thereon; 
And  God  rich  in  mercy,  He  stands  at  the  top, 
In  Zion's  bright  temple,  to  welcome  them  up. 

This  ladder  is  long,  it  is  strong  and  well  made, 
Stood  thousands  of  years,  and  is  not  yet  decayed ; 
'Tis  so  free  of  access,  all  the  world  may  get  up, 
And  angels  will  guard  them  from  bottom  to  top. 

This  ladder  is  Jesus,  the  glorious  God-man, 
Whose  blood,  richly  streaming,  from  Calvary  ran ; 
On  His  perfect  atonement,  to  heaven  we  rise, 
To  sing  in  the  mansions,  prepared  in  the  skies. 

Come,  let  us  ascend,  be  bold,  never  fear, 

It's  stood  ev'ry  tempest,  and  always  will  bear; 

For  millions  have  climb' d  it,  and  reach' d  Zion's 

hill, 
And  millions,  by  faith,  they  are  climbing  it  still. 

Our  fathers  upon  it  have  mounted  to  God, 
Have  finished  their  labor,  and  reach'd  their  re- 
ward ; 
And  we're  climbing  after,  and  soon  shall  be  there, 
To  join  in  their  rapture,  their  happiness  share. 

33   A  BRAND  FROM  THE  BURNING. 

A  brand  from  the  burning,  I  now  can  declare 
No  sinner  returning  need  ever  despair, 
When  I,  the  chief  sinner,  salvation  could  gain, 
My  Jesus  will  never  the  vilest  disdain. 

Jesus,  my  Jesus,  my  own  loving  Saviour ! 
He  pardoned  my  sins  and  he  set  my  soul  free, 
And  now  thro'  life's  journey  I'll  tell  the  glad 

story 
What  Jesus  has  done  for  a  sinner  like  me. 
I  asked  him  for  mercy,  he  said  I  forgive, 
By  faith  I  received  it,  by  faith  I  still  live, 
And  now  can  rejoice  in  a  sin  pard'ning  God, 
Who  gave  me  forgiveness  instead  of  the  rod. 


Oh,  the  sin  of  the  past  I  can  never  recall, 
But  the  mercy  of  Jesus  has  covered  them  all ; 
When  he  found  me  insolvent,  with  nothing  to 

pay. 

He  signed  my  release  and  he  sent  me  away. 

Oh,  the  flood  of  salvation  that  ran  from  his  veins ! 
Has  cleansed  my  transgressions  and  wash'd  out 

their  stains  ; 
I  see  it,  I  see  it,  flow  down  from  his  side, 
I  feel  it,  I  feel  it,  the  blood  is  applied. 

Oh,  where  was  there  ever  found  blood  such  as 

his! 
It  washes  us  white,  what  a  wonder  it  is  ; 
The  world  may  call  it  both  foolish  and  strange, 
But  I  know  that  in  me   it  has  made  a  great 

change. 

He's  with  me  in  singing,  he's  with  me  in  prayer  ; 
In  sweet  meditation,  he  always  is  there ; 
Of  objects  most  pleasing,  'tis  thee  I  love  best ; 
Without  thee  I'm  wretched,  but  with  thee  I'm 
blest. 

All  glory  to  Jesus,  the  friend  of  mankind  ! 
In  him  every  sinner  salvation  may  find ; 
The  fullness  of  the  ocean  can  never  portray 
The  fountain  where  I  had  my  sins  wash'd  away. 


34       Bringing  in  the  Sheaves. 

Sowing  in  the  morning,  sowing  seeds  of  kind- 
ness, 
Sowing  in  the  noon-tide,  and  the  dewey  eves ; 
Waiting  for  the  harvest,  and  the  time  of  reaping, 
We  shall  come  rejoicing,  bringing  in  the  sheaves. 

Chorus. 
Bringing  in  the  sheaves,  bringing  in  the  sheaves, 
We  shall  come  rejoicing,  bringing  in  the  sheaves. 


Sowing  in  the  sunshine,  sowing  in  the  shadows, 
Fearing    neither    clouds   nor   winter's   chilling 

breeze ; 
By  and  by  the  harvest,  and  the  labor  ended, 
We  shall  come  rejoicing,  bringing  in  the  sheaves. 

Go,  then,  ever  weeping,  sowing  for  the  Master; 
Though  the  loss  sustained  our  spirit  often  grieves, 
When  our  weeping's  over,  he  will  bid  us  welcome, 
We  shall  come  rejoicing,  bringing  in  the  sheaves. 


35    The  land  just  across  the  River. 

On  Jordan's  stormy  banks  I  stand 

And  cast  a  wishful  eye, 
To  Canaan's  fair  and  happy  land, 

Where  my  posessions  lie. 

Cho. — We  will  rest  in  the  fair  and  happy  land, 
Just  across  on  the  evergreen  shore, 
Sing  the  song  of  Moses  and  the  Lamb  by 
and  by, 
And  dwell  with  Jesus  evermore. 

O'er  all  these  wide  extended  plains 

Shines  one  eternal  day ; 
There  God  the  Son  forever  reigns, 
And  scatters  night  away. 

When  shall  I  reach  that  happy  place, 

And  be  forever  blest  ? 
When  shall  I  see  my  Father's  face, 

And  in  his  bosom  rest  ? 

Filled  with  delight,  my  raptured  soul 

Would  here  no  longer  stay  ; 
Though  Jordan's  waves  around  me  roll, 

Fearless  I'd  launch  away. 


36  I  FEEL  LIKE  SlNGTNG  ALL  THE  TIME. 

I  feel  like  singing  all  the  time, 

My  tears  are  wiped  away, 
For  Jesus  is  a  friend  of  mine : 

I'll  serve  him  every  day. 

Singing  glory,  glory,  Glory  be  to  God  on  high. 

When  on  the  cross  my  Lord  I  saw, 

Nailed  there  by  sins  of  mine, 
Fast  fell  the  burning  tears ;  but  now 

I'm  singing  all  the  time. 

When  fierce  temptations  try  my  heart, 

I'll  sing,  '  Jesus  is  mine  ;  ' 
And  so,  though  tears  at  times  may  start, 

I'm  singing  all  the  time. 

Oh,  happy,  happy  singing  one, 

What  music  is  like  thine  ! 
With  Jesus  as  thy  life  and  Sun, 

Go  singing  all  the  time. 

The  melting  story  of  the  Lamb, 

Tell  with  that  voice  of  thine, 
Till  others,  with  the  glad  new  song, 

Go  singing  all  the  time. 

37  Is  my  Mame  written  There. 

Lord  I  care  not  for  riches, 

Neither  silver  nor  gold  ; 
I  would  make  sure  of  heaven — 

I  would  enter  the  fold. 
In  the  book  of  thy  Kingdom, 

With  its  pages  so  fair ; 
Tell  me,  Jesus,  my  Saviour, 

Is  my  name  written  there? 
Cho. — Is  my  name  written  there, 

On  the  page  bright  and  fair — 
In  the  book  of  thy  Kingdom 

Is  my  name  written  there  ? 


Lord,  my  sins  they  are  g  any, 

Like  the  sands  of  the  sea; 
But  the  blood  of  my  Saviour 

Is  sufficient  for  me. 
For  thy  promise  is  written 

In  bright  letters  that  glow  ; 
"Though  your  sins  be  like  scarlet, 

I  will  make  them  like  snow." 

Oh,  that  beautiful  city, 

With  its  mansions  so  bright, 
With  its  glorified  beings 

Robed  in  garments  of  white ; 
.    Where  no  evil  thing  cometh 

To  despoil  what  is  fair ; 
Where  the  angels  are  waiting — 

Is  my  name  written  there? 

»8       Royal  Way  of  the  Cross. 

You  may  spread  your  couch  with  roses, 

And  sleep  thro'  the  summer  day, 
But  the  soul  that,  in  sloth  reposes 

Is  not  in  the  narrow  way. 
If  you  follow  the  chart  that  is  given, 

You  need  not  be  at  a  loss ; 
For  the  royal  way  to  heaven 

Is  the  royal  way  of  the  Cross. 

To  one  who  is  reared  in  splendor 

The  cross  is  a  heavy  load  ; 
And  the  feet  that  are  soft  and  tender 

Will  shrink  from  the  thorny  road. 
But  the  chains  of  the  soul  must  be  riven, 

And  gold  must  be  as  dross ; 
For  the  royal  way  to  heaven 

Is  the  royal  way  of  the  Cross. 

You  say  you  will  walk  to-morrow 
The  path  you  refuse  to-day, 

And  still  in  your  lukewarm  sorrow 
You  shrink  from  the  narrew  way. 


What,  heeded  the  chosen  eleven, 

How  the  fortunes  of  life  might  toss, 

As  they  follow'd  their  Master  to  heaven 
By  the  royal  way  of  the  Cross. 

39  Anywhere  with  Jesus. 

Anywhere  with  Jesus,  says  the  Christian  heart, 
Let  him  take  me  where  he  will,  so  we  do  not 

part ; 
Always   sitting  at  his  feet,  there  no  room   for 

fears — 
Anywhere  with  Jesus  in  this  vale  of  tears. 

Ref. — Anywhere  with  Jesus,  anywhere,  any- 
where; 
Anywhere  with  Jesus,  I'll  follow  anywhere. 

Anywhere  with  Jesus,  tho'  he  leadeth  me 
Where  the  path  is  rough  and  long,  where  the 

dangers  be ; 
Tho'.  he  taketh  from  my  heart  all  I  love  below, 
Anywhere  with  Jesus  will  I  gladly  go. 

Anywhere  with  Jesus,  tho'  he  please  to  bring 
Into  floods  or  fiercest  flames,  into  suffering ; 
Tho'   he  bids  me  work  or  wait,  only  bear  for 

him — 
Anywhere  with  Jesus,  this  shall  be  my  hymn. 

Anywhere  with  Jesus,  for  it  cannot  be 
Dreary,  <fcrk  or  desolate,  when  he  is  with  me; 
He  will  love  me  to  the  end,  ev'ry  need  supply, 
Anywhere  with  Jesus,  should  I  live  or  die. 

40  When  the  storm  of  life  is  raging. 

When  the  storms  of  life  are  raging, 
Tempests  wild  on  sea  and  land, 

I  will  seek  a  place  of  refuge 
In  the  shadow  of  God's  hand. 


Cho. — He  will  hide  me,  He  will  hide  me, 
Where  no  harm  can  e'er  betide  me ; 
He  will  hide  me,  safely  hide  me 
In  the  shadow  of  His  hand. 

Though  He  may  send  some  affliction, 
?T  will  but  make  me  long  for  home; 

For  in  love,  and  not  in  anger, 
All  His  chastenings  will  come. 

Enemies  may  strive  to  injure, 

Satau  all  his  arts  employ : 
He  will  turn  what  seems  to  harm  me 

Into  everlasting  joy. 

So,  while  here  the  cross  I'm  bearing, 
Meeting  storms  and  billows  wild, 

Jesus  for  my  soul  is  caring, 

Naught  can  harm  His  Father's  child. 

41  What  a  friend  we  have  in  Jesus. 

What  a  friend  we  have  in  Jesus, 

All  our  sins  and  griefs  to  bear; 
What  a  privilege  to  carry 

Everything  to  God  in  prayer, 
Oh,  what  peace  we  often  forfeit, 

Oh,  what  needless  pain  we  bear — 
All  because  we  do  not  carry. 

Everything  to  God  in  prayer. 
Have  we  trials  and  temptations? 

Is  there  trouble  anywhere? 
We  should  never  be  discouraged, 

Take  it  to  the  Lord  in  prayer. 
Can  we  find  a  friend  so  faithful, 

Who  will  all  our  sorrows  share  ? 
Jesus  knows  our  every  weakness. 

Take  it  to  the  Lord  in  prayer. 
Are  we  weak  and  heavy  laden, 

Cumbered  with  a  load  of  care  ? 
Precious  Saviour  still  our  refuge, 

Take  it  to  the  Lord  in  prayer. 


Do  thy  friends  despise,  forsake  thee? 

Take  it  to  the  Lord  in  prayer. 
In  His  arms  He'll  take  and  shield  thee 

Thou  wilt  find  a  solace  there. 

42  Faith. 

0  for  a  faith  that  will  not  shrink, 

Though  pressed  by  every  foe, 
That  will  not  tremble  on  the  brink 

Of  any  earthly  woe. 

Cho. — I  do  believe,  &c. 

That  will  not  murmur  or  complain 

Beneath  the  chastening  rod, 
But,  in  the  hour  of  grief  or  pain, 

Will  lean  upon  its  God ; — 

A  faith  that  shines  more  bright  and  clear 
When  tempests  rage  without ; 

That  when  in  danger  knows  no  fear, 
In  darkness  feels  no  doubt  ;— 

That  bears,   unmoved,    the   world's   dread 
Nor  heeds  its  scornful  smile ;  frown, 

That  seas  of  trouble  cannot  drown, 
Or  Satan's  arts  beguile ; — 

A  faith  that  keeps  the  narrow  way 

Till  life's  last  hour  is  fled, 
And  with  a  pure  and  heavenly  ray 

Illumes  a  dying  bed. 

43  Arise,  my  Soul,  Arise. 

Arise,  my  soul,  arise ; 

Shake  off  thy  guilty  fears  ; 
The  bleeding  sacrifice 

In  my  behalf  appears; 
Before  the  throne  my  Surety  stands, 
My  name  is  written  on  his  hands. 


He  ever  lives  above, 

For  me  to  intercede; 
His  all-redeeming  love, 

His  precious  blood  to  plead ; 
His  blood  atoned  for  all  our  race, 
And  sprinkles  now  the  throne  of  grace. 

Five  bleeding  wounds  he  bears, 

Received  on  Calvary; 
They  pour  effectual  prayers, 

They  strongly  plead  for  me; — 
Forgive  him,  0  forgive,  they  cry, 
Nor  let  that  ransom' d  sinner  die. 

The  Father  hears  him  pray, 

His  dear  Anointed  One; 
He  cannot  turn  away 

The  presence  of  his  Son: 
His  Spirit  answers  to  the  blood, 
And  tells  me  I  am  born  of  God. 


44  Holding  on. 

Though  weak  my  faith,  I'm  holding  on, 

To  Jesus  I  am  clinging, 
I  feel  that  now  the  "Mighty  One" 

Help  to  my  soul  is  bringing. 

Cho. — I'm  holding  on,  I'm  holding  on, 

Fresh  strength  each  moment  gaining, 
My  lingering  doubts  at  last  are  gone, 
And  Christ  within  is  reigning. 

I'm  holding  on,  though  Satan  tries 

To  keep  me  from  believing, 
But  while  my  soul  on  God  relies 

The  blessing  I'm  receiving. 

I'm  clinging,  climbing,  holding  on, 

My  faith  is  rising  higher, 
The  last  remains  of  sin  is  gone, 

I  have  my  heart's  desire. 


45  My  faith  looks  up  to  Thee. 

My  faith  looks  up  to  thee, 
Thou  Lamb  of  Calvary, 

Saviour  divine ! 
Now  hear  me  while  I  pray, 
Take  all  my  guilt  away; 
Oh  let  me  from  this  day 

Be  wholly  thine. 

May  thy  rich  grace  impart 
Strength  to  my  fainting  heart, 

My  zeal  inspire! 
As  thou  hast  died  for  me, 
Oh  may  my  love  to  thee 
Pure,  warm,  and  changeless  be, 

A  living  fire. 

While  life's  dark  maze  I  tread, 
And  griefs  around  me  spread, 

Be  Thou  my  guide  ; 
Bid  darkness  turn  to  day ; 
Wipe  sorrow's  tears  away, 
Nor  let  me  ever  stray 

From  thee  aside. 

46  Toiling  up  the  Way. 

We  are  toiling  up  the  way, 
Narrow  way,  narrow  way, 
We  have  journeyed  many  a  day, 

Toward  the  Kingdom; 
Toward  the  distant  shining  land, 
Golden  land,  golden  land, 
Where  the  heav'nly  harpers  stand, 

In  the  Kingdom. 

Cho. — Still  we  sing,  Christ,  our  King, 
Walks  with  us  the  weary  way, 
And  the  shining  angels  wait 
To  unbar  the  golden  gate 
Of  the  Kingdom. 


Though  the  journey  may  be  long, 
Hard  and  long,  hard  and  long, 
We  will  cheer  it  with  a  song 

Of  the  Kingdom ; 
We  shall  enter  by  the  cross, 
Blessed  cross,  blessed  cross, 
Gaining  gold  that  hath  no  dross, 

In  the  Kingdom. 

We  shall  know  each  other  there, 

Over  there,  over  there, 

When  our  angel  robes  we  wear, 

In  the  Kingdom; 
All  that's  purest,  holiest,  here, 
Grows  more  dear,  grows  more  dear, 
In  the  mansions  drawing  near, 

In  the  Kingdom.  . 

We  shall  gather  home  at  last, 
Sorrow  past,  sorrow  past, 
We  shall  hold  our  jewels  fast, 

In  the  Kingdom; 
'       We  shall  dwell  in  perfect  light, 
Holy  light,  holy  light, 
Never  dimmed  by  tears  at  night, 

In  the  Kingdom. 

47  All  hail  the  power  op  Jesus  Name. 

All  hail  the  power  of  Jesus'  name 

Let  angels  prostrate  fall ; 
Bring  forth  the  royal  diadem, 

And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

Ye  chosen  seed  of  Israel's  race, 

Ye  ransom'd  from  the  fall, 
Hail  him  who  saves  you  by  his  grace, 

And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

Sinners  whose  love  can  ne'er  forget 
The  wormwood  and  the  gall, 

Go,  spread  your  trophies  at  his  feet, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 


Let  every  kindred,  every  tribe, 
On  this  terrestrial  ball, 

To  him  all  majestry  ascribe, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 


48  Jesus  lover  of  my  Soul. 

Jesus,  lover  of  my  soul, 

Let  me  to  thy  bosom  fly ; 
While  the  nearer  waters  roll, 

While  the  tempest  still  is  high ; 
Hide  me,  0  my  Saviour  hide, 

Till  the  storm  of  life  is  past ; 
Safe  into  the  haven  guide, 

0  receive  my  soul  at  last ! 

Other  refuge  have  I  none, 

Hangs  my  helpless  soul  on  Thee ; 

Leave,  0  leave  me  not  alone, 
Still  support  and  comfort  me. 

All  my  trust  on  Thee  is  stayed; 
All  my  help  from  Thee  I  bring; 

Cover  my  defenceless  head 

With  the  shadow  of  Thy  wing. 

Plenteous  grace  with  Thee  is  found, 

Grace  to  cover  all  my  sin ; 
Let  the  healing  streams  abound, 

Make  and  keep  me  pure  within. 
Thou  of  life  the  fountain  art, 

Freely  let  me  take  of  Thee ; 
Spring  Thou  up  within  my  heart, 

Rise  to  all  eternity. 

49  Waiting  at  the  Well. 

Little  thought  Samaria's  daughter, 
On  that  ne'er  forgotten  day, 

That  the  tender  Shepherd  sought  her 
As  a  sheep  astray ; 


That  from  sin  he  long'd  to  win  her, 
Knowing  more  than  she  could  tell 

Of  the  wretchedness  within  her, 
Waiting  at  the  well. 

Cho. — Hear,  0,  hear  the  wond'rous  story, 
Let  the  winds  and  waters  tell : 
'  Tis  the  Christ,  the  King  of  glory, 
Waiting  at  the  well. 

'  Neath  the  stately  palm-trees  swaying, 

Listen'd  she  to  words  of  truth, 
While  each  thought  was  backward  straying 

O'er  her  wasted  youth. 
Hast'ning  homeward  with  desire, 

All  his  wond'rous  speech  to  tell, 
Asked  she,  "Is  not  the  Messiah 

Waiting  at  the  well  ? ' ' 

Living  waters  still  are  flowing 

Full  and  free  for  all  mankind ; 
Blessings  sweet  on  all  bestowing, 

All  a  welcome  find. 
All  the  world  may  come  and  prove  him, 

Every  doubt  will  Christ  dispel ; 
When  each  heart  shall  truly  love  him, 

Waiting  at  the  well. 

Now  my  ravished  soul  has  found  him, 

Thrills  with  joy  my  throbbing  breast, 
Living  waters  all  abounding 

Gives  my  spirit  rest. 
Let  me  haste  to  tell  the  story, 

Oh,  the  rapture  none  can  tell ; 
I  have  found  the  King  of  Glory 

Waiting;  at  the  well. 


50  The  Lion  of  Judea. 

When  I  was  willing  with  all  things  to  part, 
He  gave  me  my  bounty,  his  love  in  my  heart : 
And  now  I  am  joined  to  the  conquering  band, 
I  am  marching  to  glory  at  Jesus  command. 


Chorus — Repeat. 

For  the  Lion  of  Judea  will  break  every  chain, 
And  give  us  the  victory  again  and  again. 

5  Tis  Jesus  my  Saviour  who  died  on  the  tree, 
He  opened  this  fountain  for  you  and  for  me ; 
This  fountain  is  Jesus,  I  feel  the  blood  flow, 
And  He  cleanseth  the  foulest  wherever  he  goes. 

When  Satan  appears  to  stop  up  our  path, 
He  fills  us  with  fears,  but  we  triumph  by  faith ; 
He  cannot  take  from  us,  though  oft  he  has  tried, 
The  heart-cheering  promise, the  Lord  will  provide. 

No  strength  of  our  own,  nor  goodness  we  claim, 
Our  trust  is  all  thrown  on  Jesus's  name ; 
In  this  our  strong  tower  for  safety  we  hide, 
The  Lord  is  our  power,  the  Lord  will  provide. 


